[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean nodded his head at her as she explained that she would stay with him during his violent moments, although the thought of her staying around, while he was raging was honestly scary.  He didn’t want to end up hurting her on accident.  The feeling in his gut thinking about it was enough to make him never want them to happen again.

He kissed her forehead as she said she wanted to go down stairs and then come to bed.  He figured that would be the case, if she agreed to go.  He pulled back from her, and helped her scoot off his lap, before standing.  His head was still swimming a bit from a mixture of her hard punch to the face and his fight with Cason.  He had barely realized he was still bleeding from it.

“I need to clean up after we square everyone away, anyway.  I think I might have a bit of a concussion…”, he smirked, bringing his hand up to the back of his head.  He pulled it back and it was covered in blood.  Sighing, he wiped the blood against his already bloody jeans and shrugged, “Doesn’t seem all that bad.  But then again, how often do you get your head smashed into the ground by a demon?”

He gave a small chuckle, and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to his side tightly as he walked toward the bedroom door.  He decided to walk with her in his arm all the way down the stairs, so that Bobby would instantly see that he had things under control, and if Bobby was worried, his worry would calm a bit.

[h3] Cason and Bobby Singer [/h3]

Cason nodded to Sam, a sigh of relief leaving his nose at the fact that the larger man in front of him didn’t pick up on his sarcasm.  After how the night had gone, the last thing he needed was to fight the larger and more skilled fighter of the two Winchesters.  He turned and sat next to Esme, Violet coming to lay on his lap quietly.

Bobby smiled at both Sam and Natalia as they thanked him, but watched the cushions move under the hellhounds, and pointed to them, “Cason, I want those things out of my house, before anyone goes to sleep.”

“Sure thing Bobby.  I’m not gonna stick around, anyway.  I don’t sleep, and the last thing I wanna do is sit around.  I’m just gonna take a walk when Esme leaves.”, Cason explained, which caused Bobby to give an exasperated nod, sitting back down at his desk and pulling a bottle of scotch from the filing cabinet beside him.  He poured a glass and held it up.

“Well, everyone get some rest.  Tomorrow starts the hunt for angel signs and stuff.  We don’t wanna be too tired for the riveting reading.”, Bobby joked with them, glancing to Natalia with a smile in his eyes, before he heard Dean’s footsteps coming down the stairs, “Well, speak of the devil…”